Happy birthday, little Dante. I’m coming back for you soon!

Uh: I have Big Plans. I have been working on these things every day.

STARSAILOR (this website) is about to become my big ol home base. KING METEOR is going to be my little publishing company. I have been converting my longer stories into e-bookz to sell. Hooray! I mean why the heck not??

The new design is hot! You will see it in the next few days!!

Also I am making movies again!!!!

OKBYE☆

gonna lay low. gonna keep my stupid head down. hain’t gonna get mixed up in nothin. been doing that for some time now, i reckon. . . .

yeah

. . . Instead, I watch grains of sand slip through my fingers, and I end up hating sand, and my fingers, but let’s face it: they’re the only fingers I’m ever going to have. So, I apologize, and stop thinking about time under the influence of warm water and lit candles, singing lowly to my own personal lake until it vanishes beneath metal grating, and I end up cold and not so much in a better place, still thinking about time and people and those people that are lost to time.

Sometimes I consider the hidden fees associated with fucking macaroni and cheese.

from octonaut, a long time ago

throughout the day i find that i whisper to myself: “is this really what it’s come to”

the wind was cold

and gritt wanted to be alone

Sorry, but I’m not writing a fucking cover letter for a job that pays $10 an hour.